Saturday November 19 87
My dear little Mary
Tomorrow, Sunday, I will speak to the Pope; when you receive my letter the audience will be over. I find that the post office doesn't send the letters fast enough because when you get my letter, you won't know anything about what happened. I am not going to write to the Carmel this evening, but tomorrow I will say what the Pope has told me.
Oh ! my darling little sister, if you only knew how my heart pounds when I think of Tomorrow.
If you knew all the thoughts I'm having tonight, I'd like to be able to tell you, but no, that's impossible for me, I see Céline's pen running over her paper, mine stops, she has too much to say.
Oh ! my little Marie, I don't know what you're going to think of your poor Thérèse, but tonight she really can't tell you about her trip, she's going to leave that to Céline.
I hope you're doing well, that you're still making great music. In Italy we hear a lot, you know it's the country of artists, you could judge much better than me what is beautiful because I am not an artist. Jeanne would see very beautiful paintings; you see, my little sister, that there is nothing for me in Rome, everything is for the artists! If only I could have a word from the Pope, I wouldn't ask for more...
Today is my dear aunt's birthday, I think of her a lot, I hope she received our letters.
Darling little sister, give a big hug for me to all those I love. I often think of my dear little Jeanne. Thank you for your letter, you don't know the pleasure it gave me, it was like a ray of joy.
Goodbye, my little sister, pray for me
Your little Therese
